Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1887-04-06
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A SENTIMENTAL SOLICITOR.
CONTINUED from Yesterday

Yes; certainly. do 80 want to know
about things like that. They're 500
sensible"
HIM. Are theyp It's clear you DOM
know much about them. OF course III
tell YOU. But not here, else the matron:
will think I'm going in for professorshir
of law. Let US 90 out and sit in the con
servatory. It's nice and COOL"
She looked dubious. Cool, is it?" she
said.
II mean warm. It's heated up.
quite forgot it was only January. I've
been out in it. and its really very com
Portable"
Have youp Have YOU been long
here?" she asked. as thew got up and
went out.
i've only just come. But I've beer
out there. | was looking out for-some
one"
Their eyes met for brief fraction of a
moment. The poet felt pleasurable
thrill down his spinal column; a sort OF
etherealized SILVER He remembered
what he had said about love coming as an
electric shock. and began to think the idea
might not. after all, be such ridiculous
one. This small dainty piece of girlhood.
whose auburn head reached little higher
than his shoulder, was very fair to look
upon. Her pale little face was very
sweet and winning. and her eyes marvels
In the way of expression. She had a
sweet cOnralto voice, full of sudden
changes, a voice that was very low and
pteous when she spoke of sad things,
very mrthful, when she jested; that
could, he knew, thrill mems hearts with
roble words, with right brave speech.
He could guess how tenderly it would
whisper love-in broken murmurs, soft
as baby's caresses-with many "pti-
full sweet sound, like birds SIGH" as it
wavered with spent breath.
why did YOU choose to isolate your
self in that savage region where | found
you2" he said.
You mean the drawing room? Well,
one reason was that don't care much for
the people they have at this place-the
men. I mean"
81 thought they were rather above the
average. Mrs. MAYHEM likes to have
clever people, and very few ordinary
folk-like myself"
Eyes. but that is just the reason. She
has painters and actors and writer's and
people like that. But they aren't the
good ones. Generally half amateurs,
you know. Painters who can't paint, and
writer's who can't write "
Yes! But they are much the same to
talk to, aren't they, as the good ones?"
'Oh. no, they're not. They will talk
about their art, or their books, or their
new part. The good ones don't. They
just talk like anybody else Now there's
a man coming in-see. with that pink
girl. who looks like one of these sham
artists"
"You mean the tall fellow! Dark?"
Eyes. Why does he wear his hair so
long. and have his clothes hang on him
any way? He must be one of these
wretched poets. Now. don't see." said
little Miss Norbury, in positive fashion.
"why he couldn't write poetry Just as
we'll with his hair cut and clean collar
on. He's nice looking. too" appraising
him with calmly critical eyes. mot ex
actly handsome, but nice. If he only
would-what are you laughing fore"
Forgive me. But if you only knew
him! That's Bill Rafter, particular
!fiissnai Of mine, and he couldn't write a
line of poetry to save mis- life. He's in a
bank, and he'd rather have pipe and a
game OF billiards than Shakespeare aid
the lot of them put together"
81 apologize to him. But then his
hair?"
"Oh. that's whim of his. He never
has it cut during spell of cold weather
Says it gives him cold in his head, and
he cant tell whether he is smoking
Latakia or havseed. AS soon as we have
few mild days he takes 1t off,
"He must be sensible, too. Like YOU,
she said.
"And Pm sensible. am T?"
Eyes. And your going to tell me those
things asked you about law. Please =
1t was impossble-wirnessing the
childish confidence with which this re
quest was made. and the bewitcbing wav
in which she gathered up together hel
small self into a comfortable attitude O.
listening, so as to acquire legal knowledge
with the least amount of exertion-to de
devious path OF explanation. He did hi
best to popularize the grabbed technical
tiles that beset the path OF the articlet
clerk, to let her behind the scenes in thu
drama of legal mysteries. wherein the un
wary client is involved in mazv compiled
tons from which extrcation is Impossible
save by time and six-and-eight. pences
He grew earnest in his discourse unde
the stimulus Of the blue eyes that wer
always fixed on him with an attentiv
seriousness in them. He grew more AM
more under the spell of her winsomeness
and though his tongue spoke but of rem
services and oaths of fealty. his eyes wer
eloquent of dearer tribute. of NOR
tender vows. At last he thought it tim
to get back from the Middle Ages, and
coming by way of the custom of wardsh
and the hardships of the med aval Made
who ventured to love where her lord ar
proved not, to arrive at less impersons
topics.
so. you see there wasn't much freedom
of action in those days" he wound ur
"it's better to be in the nineteent
century. even if we do have frogs Thong
we are, it may be. ju,t as much hampere
now as then, in another way"
"Howp ?" She was still quiescent, listen
ing
"By customs and traditions and societ
rules. BY the grooves we have got TO liv
in. One is bora in certain position an
lives in it. One has to do certain thing
and wear certain clothes and even hav
ones hair cut''-he glanced at her ami